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The buzz of the city amplifies your anxiety as you stare at the street signs. It’s a new place. You’ve never been here and perhaps you’re used to small town life. You want to ask someone for directions so you stand there-in the middle of the sidewalk-watching the faces as they move past you.
Their faces are cold and stoic. Each expression is carved in stone, immortalizing the “worker bee” hive mind. Finally, as if sent there just for you, an elderly woman shambles nearby. She’s bundled up in her wool coat and pink, knit hat, gazing into the windows displaying colorful clothes, flashy watches, maybe a best selling book. Her lips are softer than the chiseled-line mouths of the faces around her.
Yes, you think to yourself, this is the person I will ask for directions.
Rolling your shoulders back, you head her way, put on your best smile, and call out to her.
“Excuse me, ma’am. I’m sorry to bother you but I’m a little lost. Can you point me in the direction of the subway? I need to get uptown.”
The woman smiles and offers a small chuckle. Turning a half of an inch to her left. She raises her arm, extending her crooked finger, tipped with cotton candy nail polish, and points in the direction you came from.
“It’s over there stupid, can’t you read?”
And just like that, her smile goes from being sunny and warm, to sarcastic and full of ridicule.
The point of this little story is to point out how sometimes we let our own insecurities and fears keep us from seeing where we we need to go. We can’t see the clearly marked signs. We feel disoriented. We question our own judgement.
The direction is always easy.
“Just go north.”
“It’s right there in front of your face.”
However easy the direction seems, it doesn’t reflect how hard the path is to actually reaching your destination.
Focus on the direction, but work on the path.
It’s right in front of you . . . Dummy.
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